capeandcowllogs | magic with me

WHO: a magician (

hexappeal) and a former magician (

onetouch)
WHERE: The Pie Hole rooftop
WHEN: November 16th, sundown
WARNINGS: Ned mostly naked, but not for the reasons you'd think.
SUMMARY: Ned has some bees to undead, and some trauma to face. Zee is just a very willing participant in both.
FORMAT: pretentious brackets tbh

[Ned was a far cry from his childhood self, one who once regarded his dad as the most magical man in the universe; one he had modeled himself after right up until his mother's untimely death and then, death again, forever. Ned blinked, opening the heavy door to the rooftop for Zatanna. What they were about to do was strange, and dangerous, and awkward, though it held a degree of familiarity being that he had done it once before. Admittedly, with his own girlfriend and not--another man's. Another man who just happened to be a terrifying and until previously fictional international super spy.

Swallowing deeply, he gestured to the poor, dead hives. He had killed them in record time. Not exactly on purpose, but he could admit to himself there was a heavy amount of neglect. It probably made him a bad person, but there was a coincidental waterbug infestation that just such a thing might take care of--again. Perhaps his honey would even be ready in time for Thanksgiving. Or at the very least, Christmas.]

Maybe we should just get this over with. [He started stripping off his clothes, cursing himself when he was shirtless. It was really cold on this rooftop at night in the middle of November. Genius, Ned, just. Genius.] I'm sorry I had to ask this of you but Jack is in the hospital and--probably wouldn't do this anyway.

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[She has to wonder if he has any idea what he's doing. It seems like he's waiting for her to tell him what to do? And it's not like she even has the vaguest idea. All she knows is that Ned... undeads things. At least she can protect him, if it becomes necessary. Probably.]

[He coughs, once, his lungs starting to grow tight in his chest. Slowly, he collects his clothes and gets them back on on his way back to the door. Ned holds it open for her,] Stick around for some cocoa?

[She usually doesn't find herself befuddled, but befuddled she is. She stares at him for a god, long moment before silently entering with a slight incline of the head as an offering of thanks. She walks half a flight of stairs before she answers.]

Sure, why not?

Oh, good. Cocoa just isn't cocoa unless it's among friends. [He follows after her with a light grin on his face. He now had bees for the honey harvest. Bees that could never die. Bees that would make honey for Chuck's cup-pies even without her being here. It was almost as good. And he hadn't even been scared... really.]

Well, it is. Just not as good. [It's perfect, actually. She has been putting that wall back up around herself lately and a small, sweet moment like this was enough to start chipping it back down again. It's nice.]

Do you take yours with or without mini marshmallows? [He rushed down the last few steps, passing her on his way to the kitchen.]

Edited 2012-11-30 16:48 (UTC)

With, naturally. [She trails behind him, her pace still languid and comfortable.]

Naturally. [he got to work, dumping extra in hers before bringing them over to the greatest table.]

Thanks for helping us out. Me and the bees, I mean.

Edited (that comment where you think you know keywords) 2012-11-30 23:42 (UTC)

[Oh, Ned. If you weren't so awkward you might just be the perfect man... lay it on her, boo.]

You're very much welcome. And uh, so are they? I guess?

[Also that was supposed to say the nearest table... but now it's the greatest because they're sitting at it!!!!]

I'm sure they appreciate it even more than I do.

[Wow. Swype. SAME DIFFERENCE, RIGHT??]

To be alive is great, I can confirm that.

And I have it on good authority that being alive again , well, that's even greater.

Edited (Swype + cardio strikes again) 2012-12-03 11:59 (UTC)

You know, I can't say I'm too familiar with it on a personal level, but I'm sure that it is.

Chuck says her dreams are a million times more vivid now. [Oh wow does Zatanna even know he has a zombie girlfriend. Well she does now.] And that everything tastes better.

Hm? [It takes her a moment to get it. But it doesn't bother her. She has dated weirder...] I see. That's... something, really.

....Oh. It's a long story. [He waved a hand as if it was something you could actually dismiss with a gesture.] She was smothered to death with a plastic sac, on a pleasure cruise. Which... incidentally, was the first time she'd ever left Coeurs d'Coeurs.

I touched her, obviously.

magic with me

i guess i'm ok with this

you better be!!!!

BUT WHAT IF I'M NOT CA??? WHAT IF I'M NOT???

then I guess we'll have to pick something else :|a

seems sensible enough...

i want you to be part of this decision too ;;

yes of course!!

Justin Bieber?

n

o-oh KE$HA???

..........................................ca

what? now we're just back to xtina

LMAO JESUJGLKDGH no never

THEN I VETO EVERYTHING FOR CEELO

NO IT'S ALWAYS TALKING HEADS CA

oh right what was i thinking PSYCH ITS ALWAYS J CASH